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“Please, please…” I begged in a muffled cry, blocked by Saint.
But I only heard, “Sh…”
The fucker could talk. Saint liked to play games as much as Sin. The wickedness was in both of them, but the sound of his voice made me clench my thighs.
The husky whisper against my ear did something to my belly deep down inside. The noise was harsh yet sweet. In my mind, I knew Saint was bad—a terrible person to get lost in—but my body was hooked and wanted to hear more. It was a horrible mix sure to confuse me, and I loathed myself even more.
I shouldn’t want to listen to this freak talk. My ears shouldn’t give a damn what Saint had to say. Another moment around him promised a fate sure to end in my demise.
Saint shook his head against mine, and the warning was clear.Shut the fuck up or else.My eyes widened in surprise as he let go of my mouth when he could’ve taken his tie and stuffed my loud mouth full, but he didn’t. His mistake.
My boisterous cry filled the room and rang out for help. The sound ended as quickly as it had begun when Saint clamped his hand back over my mouth. This time with such harsh force, my lips pressed into my teeth. The slight taste of blood warmed my tongue, and he shook my head with a frustrated grunt. His hand was so tight my mouth puckered together, and my cheeks hurt.
Saint’s other hand wrapped around my wrists and squished them together. The force was powerful and stung from them being completely bound against each other. My nostrils flared against his hand, and my mind raced.
What was he going to do to me?
Why did they choose me?
How could I get out of this?
The answers were obvious, but I refused to listen. I wouldn’t give up this easily. There had to be some way out of this, even when I felt this was the end.
Suddenly, Saint gripped my cheeks tighter. Tears pricked my eyes, and he forced my attention to him. His nostrils opened and closed like a bull in heat, withhis blue eyes smoldering right at me. His index finger reached up and tapped my nose with another warning as he shook his head once more. He reminded me,don’t fuck with him.
Immediately, I nodded. The vibration of my acknowledgment shook me right down to my feet, and I was ready to listen. If I didn’t, there would be dire consequences.
Saint slowly released his hand, ready to strike if I played him again. My eyes trained on his hand as his fingers spread wide and they danced, almost teasing, but I knew of his threat. Don’t try anything stupid.
My breathing came out heavy as his hand disappeared behind me and his suit jacket fell to the floor. He kept my hands bound, but something wrapped around them—a fabric that was soft against my skin until he pulled it tight, and I gasped. Saint’s tie knotted around my hands, and he bound me to the metal chair.
But he let go, and I didn’t move a muscle.
Saint was too close. Too near I could hear his wild heart beating inside of his chest. The vision of me strapped to his chair must excite him, entice him to do wicked things to me no man should without my permission, but he’d never get it.
I trembled in the seat I didn’t want to be in. My ass was numb. The pain went away after Saint’s rough mistreatment—a punishment I received for getting outof hand while trying to escape, but there was no running from Saint Sullivan. No freedom from his mass destruction.
I stared straight ahead because I wasn’t willing to give Saint attention, only if I had to. But I couldn’t help peeking at him out of the corner of my eye.
Saint brushed his hand down my hair with care and ease as he admired his masterpiece. He studied each lock as if the silky strands were a delicacy he deserved and let them fall back onto my shoulder. I trembled from his unwanted touch and pressed my lips together in disgust. He had the inked wings of an angel on his forearm, but in my mind, I saw them tainted black. Engraved by the devil’s work because there was no way this man was any saint. He presented himself as tarnished, mean, and overbearing. A true monster sent to torment me until I bent to his will.
“Mm…” Saint groaned as he smelled up the side of my head, and it took all the effort in me not to bash my head upside his.
I remained still, as motionless as I could, considering the circumstances. Even though Saint had earned a strike from the woman he held captive against her will. But the move would be stupid.
This chair had my hands tied to it, and even if the door unlocked, it would be hard for me to escape. Thismetal chair was heavy. I couldn’t drag the seat all the way through the club and toward someone who gave a shit. Hell, the bouncer was probably back by now and stood guard on the other side of the door. I’d have to deal with the bastard who locked me in this mess all over again, but I’d put up a hell of a fight. He deserved a clunk with this chair over the side of his head after I gained super strength from the adrenaline rushing through me. Maybe a bite too from my mouth, covering his hand as he’d reach out to stop me. Or…
The thought of my imagined plans of escape left me when Saint rounded in front of me. I could smell his aroused heat, and the scent made me press my thighs tighter. Lust and cedarwood. A dangerous combination.
Saint’s eyes bored into mine, and the sound of my wild heart racing filled my ears. The noise pounded in my head, and I was sure my pulse fluttered at the base of my neck. He’d see my unwanted arousal, even though I was mad at my body. I didn’t want to be turned on by this fucker and whatever his deranged plan was. I hated him and wanted him to let me go.
My eyes trained on Saint as he fell to his knees in front of me and confusion swept over me. He kneeled there, peering straight at me, and didn’t move. His height remained dominant over me as I sat confined tothe chair. He compelled me to look up at him and left me completely at his mercy.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked with narrowed eyebrows.
Saint only responded by titling his head to the side, not uttering a word. His eyes left mine and traveled down my body. They didn’t stop until they landed on my legs, but it was my turn to be speechless.
